There is a particular kind of silence you only find inside an old Italian home.A silence made of terracotta floors still warm from the afternoon sun, of wooden shutters that have watched over decades of summers, of frescoes that whisper stories in colours softened by time. It’s a beauty that doesn’t shout — it breathes. I’ve always believed that Italy is not simply a place to live, but a way of seeing the world. And this belief is what guides me whenever I rediscover a forgot

I didn’t move to Italy to escape anything. I moved to find something precious. Perhaps, I sought to remember something deeply important:...

Italy often appears through a polished lens, showcasing romantic coastlines and stunning views that allure travelers worldwide. While...